tales2apoint

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Orphans

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Drafted by the winds of change

These orphaned leaflets float

Clumped in clusters weakly knit

Tight clasping calloused hands

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Severed harsh from loving arms

Like budding branches torn

When stormy auburn winds attack

A tattered sycamore

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For fertile soil never felt

Their tiny souls aspire

Though all around them stone and thorn

Choke out the bravest hope

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Born in silent, careless night

These leaflets green and fresh

Are quickly browning dry to death

Who will their rescue be?

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Author: Clayton from tales2apoint

Stories and poetry to teach, touch, & turn hearts to truth. I love God, my wife, & others. I'm indebted to their love.

3 thoughts on “Orphans

  1. Good fortune and future with presence of mind..in short they will rescue themselves

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